When Zarathustra had said these words he became silent, like one who has not yet said his last word; long he weighed his staff in his hand, doubtfully.
At last he spoke thus, and the tone of his voice had changed.
'Now I go alone, my disciples.
You too go now, alone.
Thus I want it.
Verily, I counsel you: go away from me and resist Zarathustra!
And even better: be ashamed of him!
Perhaps he deceived you.
The man of knowledge must not only love his enemies, he must also be able to hate his friends.
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.
And why do you not want to pluck at my wreath?
You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day?
Beware lest a statue slay you.
You say you believe Zarathurstra?
But what matters Zarathustra?
You are my believers-but what matter all believers?
You had not yet sought yourselves: and you found me.
Thus do all believers; therefore all faith amounts to so little.
Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.'
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'Thus Spoke Zarathustra' by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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